“Which was very unjust of me,” she frankly admitted. “I was sorry when it was too late, but you did not come again.”
“Because I did not care to receive another snub.”
“Will you pardon me?”
“Surely I will, now that I have the locket again. But I do not wish you to believe that I ever dropped that locket intentionally with the desire of having it become known that you had given it to me. I did not think you could believe such a thing of me.”
There was reproach in Dick’s words, and she felt it.
“My brother made it seem that you did,” she hastened to say; “and—and—another would not deny it.”
“Another?” exclaimed Dick. “I know who it was! It was Hal Darrell!”
“I have not said so.”
“But you cannot say it was not Darrell?”
“I will not say it wasn’t or that it was.”